Artwork by Frank Shepard Fairey

The American Artist Frank Shepard Fairey has been commisioned by the Amsterdam City Council to adourn the wooden walls that for now have surrounded the Amsterdam Centraal Station for years due to extensive renovation projects.

Here are some photos of his work.

Flowers

Acrylics on paper

I WAS BLIND...

I WAS BLIND BUT NOW I CAN`T SEE.

Another message by the annonymous Dutch street artist called LASER 3.14

Lord Shiva`s Inheritance

Amsterdam,

If I took a well paid job I wouldn`t need to worry about filling my spare time, something to do to keep my head and body active, chase away boredom and henceforth stop these irratating short walks to the neighborhood`s coffeeshops. A six pack of cheap beer and four or five expensive pre-rolled joints...a few cherished moments to get myself stoned out of my head and forget the usual daily boredom of the long term unemployed Dutch male...

But then a well paid job is hard to find, a sympathetic boss even harder...the mind killing job of a production employe, something like eight boring hours a day behind the assebly-line or maybe toilet cleaning with Marrocan inmigrants telling me what to do...no way I am looking for that type of work...

So it is back to cycling around the city, a stop at the McDonalds for a one Euro hamburger for lunch, another stop at the public library to use their free internet and check my mail...

Getting home somewhere early afternoon with a non-planned joint in the back pocket of my dirty jeans, hoping to keep the addiction problems at bay which usually come with a big attack the moment I set foot across my threshold of my house...

Every year since my big trip to Lord Shiva`s Magic Land I seem to have to go through at least one Mariuana addiction a year....Mary-Jane`s green claws having a serious hold on my mental processes, forcing me to live my life dedicated to her Mental High!!!

Spider

Pen drawing with aquarel on paper

Kijk Op De Wijk

Kijk Op De Wijk.....an anual neighborhood`s cultural activity with the farm participating in the fun. Milk the wooden cow for limonade, pet the goats and rabbits, maybe a free ride on the donkey`s back...yeah, high shrieked voices of toddlers and young mothers discussing the merids of bringing up the smaller members of our Amsterdam multi-culti society...

For me it basically means another spare day of hard work at the farm while everybody else is having fun in the park, hard work and little pay!!!

Bold sparrow

pen drawing on paper

Fighting sparrows

pen drawing on paper

Fighting house sparrows

a pen drawing

The world wide crisis hitting me...

Amsterdam,

Wow, the world wide crisis is finally starting to hit me as well. With a reputed 27 percent drop in foreign tourism in Amsterdam, the queue at the Anne Frank House is getting shorter by the day, no more fat Americanos or beer gut growing english visitors bent on coffee shops and bars but having a quick sojourn experiencing the gruesome Anne Frank Story, waiting in line while their guts try to convince them all these big pints of Heineken from last night need to come out orally mixed with the all time english favourite, chips with fish, a nice combination coming out of a male english throat and landing splat on the pavement...

Other tourists hurrying away from the splattering greenish colored stuff spreading all over the asphalt, drops of it on expensive cruiseship vacationers pants...maybe think again next time you mix fish and chips with heavy Heineken beer, mate...

Yeah, my memories of the past serve me well for this blog now that the city is slowly getting empty with even the backpackers accomodation out of clietêle - down and out rock bottom sleeping place available in dirty dormitories where the farts of your fellow travellers will play havoc on your nostrils...

Yaeh, good thing I save up my peenies early in the season or else....no more long backpacking months while wintering in tropical Asia, no more honey to spend on the infamous Thai pussy, a long summer of hot dreams, luscious hot Thai ladies bent on my return to the land of relaxation, no more light brown beaches with azure blue sea, cold Leo and charming female local companionship to while away otherwise boring nights...

Yeah, I saved up my pennies, now I`ll have to make sure I don`t spend them all on expensive coffee shop shit instaed!!!

Opium and Facebook

Another message by the anonynimous Amsterdam street artist called Laser 3.14

Mentally and bodily destructive in the long run

Amsterdam,

With well over 11.00 games sold I feel I can rightfully take a bit of a break, try to handle yet another Mary-Jane addiction problem, running to the neighborhood`s coffeeshops at all hours of the day in a mad search for a Big Mamma - a pre-rolled joint containing a mix of heavy skunk and even heavier Hashies, probably skunk too, one of our main export articles apart from smelly cheese, flowers, wooden clogs and tulip bolls for the tourists...

Basically the dough I make with my games will roll back into the Dutch economy, or at the very least the Amsterdam coffeeshop industry, where it will go henceforth...I have no idea and don`t really wanna know...the very idea of the Heavenly Coffeeshop owner living it up on a tropical island paradise enjoying cold beer and hot local pussy on my hard earned dinero tends to irritate me enormously...

Still I did my thing, be a part of the Amsterdam inner city selling my games, looking after tourist luggage and showing them the way to the Van Gogh Museum, the Tulip Museum and even to the Anne Frank House though they are standing right in front of it...keeping the police informed on the going-ons of Eastern Europe pickpocket activity at the hottest tourist destination in town...

Well on the way to seeing Abraham, well on the way to slowly getting old but still hanging out with the losers from the street, drinking half liter cans with Rob and Richard, a joint to relax - or was it a joint to stop the withdrawal symtoms....

Running over to the nearest travel agency for yet another trip to the East, tropical weather to enjoy during the cold Dutch winter...if I`ll have enough dough left, that is, not spending it all on the aforementioned false delicacies of this world, unnecessary goodies that enhance my mind but are purposeless in the long run, mentally and bodily destructive in the long run....

Peter Nit Noi Chang...from the street

So there he is...an artists` impression of Peter Nit Noi Chang aka by the Thais as Peter Big Tumpui, a certain referal to his obesity, fat to the max you know.

Peter had quite the travelling life despite his sheer body weight having been to the Indian Sub-continent on several occasions. Trips to the Thai Kingdom a-many looking for young Thai pussy and cheap accomodation in the PS Guesthouse in the notorious Soi Yamato in Pattaya.

Young Thai pussy and good food are Peter`s only mental occupations, living the life of a homeless in Amsterdam, enjoying heaps of free food and coffee at the many Amsterdam walk-in centres for the homeless, easy but nutricious food so he can save up his disability pension for his winters in Southeast Asia.

Though the last couple of years his time in Amsterdam was full with street people problems...well, what did he expect showing semi-nude pictures of under-aged Thai prostitutes to down and out boozers and druggies, boasting about his sexual prowess with Thai Hot Mommas that could have been his grand children....jealousy in full swing here I presume, accusations of balling teenage Thai ladies of the night and serious threats....

Well Peter, if you survive the homeless scêne in Amsterdamm you still have a problem with your massive body...a fatal heart failure is on the prowl...

Get a life...peter

Having to sit it out for the Hot Mommas

Amsterdam,

So is this gonna be another boring day in the house with the rain pattering against my windows while I`m stoned out of my mind on Heavenly Coffeeshop Big Mammas, at five euro a piecer they do their job quite nicely, knock me out with a bang, leaving me ready for the slaughterhouse....a cheap Albert Heyn beer to wash it all down.

I made my money for my hibernation period in King Bhumipol`s mystic kingdom in Southeast Asia, plenty of money to get the attention of the local Hot Mommas. Ladies of the Night so determitedly walking the boulevard on their high heels, clickety-clack do their platform shoes go while they walk up and down holding hands with their sisters in arms, a hot smile for a promising date for the night....

Interesting prospect for me as a lone male from Ancient Europe having sold my games at the world famous Anne Frank House, unrest in my pants while I try to sit on my dough, waiting it out till early january - my usual departure time.

Trying so hard to ignore the attractions of the street. Sweet smells hanging around coffee shops betraying the super quality of the stuff on sale inside...temting to sit in the park again exchanging the latest gossip while my mind goes quite literally lucid on all the cheap beer and expensive dope consumed....total understanding brought about by King Alcohol and the iron clutches of Mary-Jane`s sweet temtations...

Maybe better I go jogging in the park late afternoon, drink another cup of hot chocolate instead of having alcohol devils detroy my guts, alcoholic`s diarrhoea playing havoc on my darms and belly...maybe better I join a gym and get muscular again for my female friends awaiting me on the Pattaya Boulvard, fully aware of my refilled fat wallet....

THE SEARCH FOR TRUTH.

IF YOU WOULD BE REAL SEEKER AFTER TRUTH, IT IS NECSSARY ONCE IN YOUR LIFE YOU DOUBT, AS FAR AS POSSIBLE, ALL THINGS!!!